I found 2021 a hard year in which to speak. Many days I felt I had lost my words, unable to complete sentences. I’d start then not finish, words left hanging close in the air in front.
So I took up poetry. It wasn’t a conscious choice, just all I could muster, smaller words, less of them, unstructured, able to be vomited onto a page.
Two poems I have entered into competition and cannot publish them here, yet.
But I will continue to commit my poetic ramblings to the Elephant Truths page, if only for posterity, and on those days when I have been struck dumb.
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Head cycles
Assumptions
kill connection.
Lenses bent by beliefs set in place
as limbs grew.
Communication
kills assumptions.
Lenses removed to hear, to listen
to kill the stories
that feed thought circles.
Courage
allows words to escape prison walls where hearts reside
and reach across chasms to find solace in another’s being.
When assumptions shatter personal truths collide
dread’s weight lifts
lightness emerges
play returns.
Same limbs now slightly shifted.
Repeat.
